A/N: I'm at it again with another one-shot story. It may stay a one-shot, it may not. I've learned not to close that door. This is yet another special request for B-Dauntless. My friends are bad influences. Obviously I don't own these characters, I'm just giving the chance for some much needed nookie. Major thanks to Milner and BK2U for beta services!

Manchester United

The restaurant was, unsurprisingly, absolutely packed. Tris should have figured it would be, since it was the English National Football team's pre-World Cup party. The team would go into intense training starting the next day so this would be their final hurrah. Until they won, of course.

Tris pushed her way through the crowd, her eyes searching for one particular player. She and her friends hadn't been here very long, but she'd hoped — really hoped — she'd see him right away. Keeping her eyes moving, she made her way over to the bar to try to at least snag a decent beer. The crowd grew heavier closer to the bar, and Tris found herself squeezing between bodies.

A girl in front of her, obviously drunk, lost her balance and fell into Tris. Unbalanced on her skinny boot heels, Tris felt herself start to fall backwards from the impact. Her tumble was halted when she landed with a thud against a hard body, one that could only belong to a man.

Tris started to turn around, embarrassed and apologetic. "Sorry about that..." She looked up and found herself gazing into a pair of sapphire blue eyes.

He grinned down at her, "Not a problem." His voice was deep, and he had to raise it to be heard over the music. "It's a bloody mob in here."

She quirked an eyebrow at his accent. "You're American?"

"Half." He said, his full lips twitching.

"Mmm, important distinction, I see." She teased, her heart rate having picked up significantly.

"It is for the British press." He responded.

She gave him a look of feigned indignation. "What, Americans can't be good at soccer?"

"Football."

Tris rolled her eyes. "Football, then."

"And no, not when you make the mistake of calling it soccer. I have a standard to uphold."

"So, you're Tobias Eaton, England's new golden boy."

"And you're Tris Prior."

"Oh, you remembered." She pressed her hand to her heart. "I'm flattered."

Tobias couldn't hold back any longer. He hauled her against him, lifting her off her feet in a colossal hug. Tris laughed, wrapping her own arms around his neck, holding him tightly to her. She could faintly smell his cologne, the same one she'd given him when they last saw each other in Paris.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, setting her on her feet. Instead of letting her answer, he pressed his lips to hers insistently. She swept her tongue into his mouth, pressing herself to him. He kissed her as though he'd been starved for her. She knew she'd been starving for him.

When he finally lifted his head so she could breathe, he said, "Sorry, you were saying?"

She laughed. "You didn't think we'd let you go off to training for the World Cup without seeing us one last time, did you?"

"Us?"

She smiled. "Zeke and Shauna came with me. Uriah couldn't get off work, though."

Tobias looked around anxiously. "Really? You guys are the best!" He reluctantly let her go but laced his fingers through hers. "Let's go find them."

Tris grinned. "They're probably by the beer."

Tobias chuckled in response and began to lead her through the crowd. Tris could barely contain her excitement at being with him again. Living on separate continents these past couple of years while she finished college had been more challenging than she'd anticipated. But he'd had to go for this chance to play soccer professionally. Clearly, it had paid off. Playing in the World Cup would be one hell of a boost to his career. Tris knew he'd love to come home to play in the States, but for now he was doing quite well in England, so he'd be here for the foreseeable future. He hated the separation as much as she did, she knew, but it wouldn't last much longer. She was excited to tell him about the grant she'd received to start her post-graduate studies at Oxford. At least they'd be in the same place in less than a year. She covered their entwined hands with her other hand. He looked down at her, his features soft, his expression adoring.

They made their way to the bar, and sure enough, there stood Zeke and Shauna. Shauna whooped joyfully and threw herself at Tobias. He released Tris's hand to hug Shauna tightly, then Zeke, too. "I can't believe you guys are here!"

"All Tris's idea!" Zeke yelled, tossing his arm around Tris's shoulders. "She wanted company on her interview."

Tobias looked at her. "You got the grant?" He asked excitedly.

She nodded. "I got it. I start at Oxford in August." Tobias's laugh was joyful. He grabbed her and swung her up in his arms, causing others around them to stare, some smiling at them indulgently.

He put her down and gave her a smacking kiss. "I'll start looking for a new flat for us."

Tris snuggled into his side while Shauna and Zeke rolled their eyes and made gagging noises. "You two are disgustingly cute." She said. She reached behind her and grabbed two bottles of beer. She thrust the bottles at them. "Okay, cute over. Drinking!"

As they stood around, laughing, drinking, and occasionally dancing, Tobias kept stealing glances at Tris. With her here, everything felt right; he felt complete. Once she moved to London, he'd have everything he'd ever wanted. He was living his dream, playing professional soccer. And with Tris here, he would have the woman he'd known and loved since he was a kid.

They'd been neighbors until his parents divorced when he was sixteen. He'd moved to England with his mother, and he and Tris fell out of touch. He'd come back to Chicago for college, and had run into Tris at Zeke's birthday party. He had taken one look at his childhood friend and had fallen in love with her. Their two year age difference didn't matter to either of them, even though it made her parents nervous at first. They'd been concerned he'd take advantage of her. But he'd stuck around, never interfering with her studies, and had even taken her to the prom; her parents had eventually come around.

After that she followed him to Northwestern, where they stayed together until he graduated, he had been immediately recruited to play in England. They'd tried dating other people for a while, but it just hadn't felt right to either one of them. A year ago they were able to meet up in Paris where she was studying abroad. They gave up on staying apart and decided to just make the separation work.

Tobias kissed her on the top of her head and she looked up at him. Her gray eyes were soft and she put her hand on his stomach, caressing lightly. He leaned down and brushed his lips across hers. "I need to be alone with you." He murmured against her lips. "Are you ready to go?"

She nodded. "The hotel is down the street." She said. "I got my own room."

His eyes darkened. "Let's get out of here."

They said a hasty goodbye to their friends, then began winding their way through the crowd of people, which had seemingly grown. They were nearing the door when a tall, bald man stepped in front of Tobias.

"Well, what have we here?" His voice was faintly amused.

"Tris, this is my team captain, Amar Siddiq. Amar, this is Tris."

Amar reached out and shook Tris's hand firmly. "Pleasure to finally meet you, Tris. I've heard a lot about you."

Tris smiled. "Same here."

Amar turned his attention to Tobias, faint lines appearing between his brows. "Leaving, were you?" Tobias shifted his weight from foot to foot and Tris wondered why he looked so nervous. "You know that's a bad idea, Eaton."

"Aw, come on, Amar," Tobias whined.

"You know the rules."

Tris looked between them. "Somebody want to fill me in?"

Tobias sighed. "There's no sex allowed while we train for and compete in the World Cup." Amar explained. "The guys think it distracts you. It's a team superstition."

Tris's lips twitched. Over the years, she'd seen and heard a lot of weird sports superstitions with Tobias, but this was the funniest. She looked up at him. "Well I mean, I don't want to jinx you," she said, finally catching on that Amar was messing with Tobias.

Tobias shot her an incredulous look. "Amar, come on. We haven't seen each other in a couple of months."

"She doesn't want to jinx you." Amar said, his face giving away none of the amusement he was actually feeling.

Tobias's expression was pleading. "We live on different continents." He emphasized. Amar's expression was stone. "Amar, please."

Amar looked back and forth between them. Tris was amused but Amar could see the desperation in both of them. They were so smitten with each other that there were practically little hearts flittering over their heads. He heaved a sigh. "I swear, if you aren't at the top of your game tomorrow in practice, I'll kick your arse myself."

Tobias grinned. "Thanks, Amar." Squeezing Tris's hand, he grabbed their jackets from the front hallway and they headed out the door. Tris turned around and winked at Amar. Tobias had given her Amar's number for emergencies, so when she decided to come surprise him, she had called Amar to find out where'd they'd be and to get her, Shauna and Zeke into the party. Amar sighed again, his lips tugging upwards in a reluctant smile as he waved at them. He hadn't been kidding about the no sex thing, but they didn't get serious about World Cup prep until the next day. He liked Tobias, and anyone could see that Tobias was head over heels for this girl. As he turned back to the party, he wondered if Tobias would get up the courage to give her the ring he'd bought her.

As soon as the hotel room door closed, Tobias pushed Tris against the door and began to eagerly devour her. She laughed a little against his lips; the sheer excitement of being with him again bubbling up and adding to the desperation she felt for him. She grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and yanked it up so she could run her hands along his sculpted abs. He groaned at the feeling of her hands on him and began to untie her wrap top. He unwound it and pushed it off her shoulders. He cupped her breasts in his hands, abrading her nipples with the lace. Tris gasped, her head thudding dully against the door. Grinning, Tobias pulled the lace down so he could suck her nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around one nipple, then moved to the other, his hands continuing to massage her. Tris looked down at the top of his head and ran her fingers across his short brown hair. She'd missed him so, so much, and now she was reveling in the pleasure only he seemed to be able to give her. He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, then pulled her jeans down, revealing the skimpy, lacy panties that matched the bra. They were cut high on her leg, and he was sure if he turned her around, he'd see they ended well above the bottom of her firm, toned ass. He looked up at her with a grin. She wasn't usually one to wear fancy lingerie.

"Nice." He said, running his fingers across the now damp lace.

She smiled coyly at him. "I wanted to impress you."

He chuckled and pulled them down her legs, kneeling in front of her. "Like I care." He mumbled, taking one leg in his hand and placing it over his shoulder. She clutched the doorknob in one hand, bracing herself. He glanced at her one last time before lowering his head to lick his way up her inner thigh. She gasped as his tongue buried itself inside her. As his tongue traced her flesh, Tris's hips began undulating against his face. Each of Tris's moans began blending together until they were one continuous sound. She squeezed his shoulder, calling out his name as the wicked movements of his tongue quickly pushed her over the edge.

Tobias stood in front of her and kissed her deeply. Tris reached for his jeans, popped open the button, and lowered the zipper. She reached inside, caressing his hard length through his boxers. It was Tobias's turn to gasp as Tris squeezed him, using the cotton of his boxers to create a delicious friction. His hips began moving of their own accord, thrusting into her hand in synch with the movements of his tongue in her mouth.

Tobias pulled away abruptly, unable to take much more. He wrapped his arms around her waist and carried her over to the bed, dropping her across it sideways. She giggled as she landed, and responded by grabbing his jeans and boxers and yanking them down urgently. He kicked them off hastily as she pulled him down on top of her, wrapping her legs around his waist. Taking that as encouragement, Tobias plunged into her. They both gasped, the months of separation making the feeling of completeness so much more acute.

The fire was temporarily banked as they stared into each other's eyes, tenderness and love overwhelming them. Tris reached up to caress the side of his face. "I love you." She whispered.

"I love you, too. So much." He responded, brushing his lips lightly across her palm. He looked at her again. "Are you ready?" He asked, a cocky grin beginning to curve his lips. "Because I'm about to rock your world."

She gave a throaty laugh in response, challenge flashing in the gray depths of her eyes. "Promises, promises."

Tobias smirked as he began moving, thrusting deep and hard, pounding into her. Tris took in a sharp breath and threw her head back, her hair hanging off the edge of the bed. Encouraged, Tobias bent his head and sucked the delicate skin of her neck into his mouth. He sucked hard, the combination of pleasure and pain making Tris gasp again. She moaned his name and Tobias hitched her leg up over his arm. The angle drove him further inside her.

Tris couldn't believe how much he could make her feel. His hard, fast thrusts seemed to penetrate her deeper and deeper. He felt huge inside her, the sensation helping to fill the void she'd felt in her heart since they'd said goodbye two months before. The pleasure was so intense that she knew she couldn't hold on much longer. She clutched at the muscles in his upper back and moaned his name again.

Tobias lifted his head to watch her face. Tris in the throes of ecstasy was his absolute favorite sight in the world. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth open, gasping for breath. Her brow furrowed, then she froze, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. He groaned, her muscles squeezing him so tightly it was nearly painful. He swelled inside her, then let go. His own eyes screwed shut as white hot lightning shot down his spine, a long, continuous moan spilling from his lips as his body pulsed with pleasure.

He collapsed on top of her. He started to roll to the side but she wrapped her arms and legs around his body. "No, stay." She whispered.

Tobias found the strength to lift his head and stared into her eyes. She smiled at him. "I can't tell you how much I missed that." He said, propping himself up on his forearms.

"Oh, I think I know." She chuckled.

He bent his head and kissed her deeply. He rested his forehead on hers, his breath slowly returning to normal. "I want you to move here, now." He confessed.

She ran her hands soothingly up his back. "August is only seven months away."

He raised his head and sighed in resignation. "We've waited this long, I guess, what's a few months more."

"Exactly."

He pulled out of her and sat back on his heels, enjoying her body laid out in front of him, relaxed and sated. She was smiling lazily at him, her gray eyes glittering like diamonds in the lamplight. She was, without a doubt, the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He took her hand and helped her to sit up. They got out of bed and pulled down the covers, crawling under them. He pulled her head against his chest and her arm draped across his waist while one of her legs nestled between his. He held her tightly, burying his face in her hair. Neither of them wanted to sleep just yet, wanting to prolong their time together. They pushed all thoughts of school interviews, soccer practices, their families and friends aside. Morning would come soon enough, but for now, this night was theirs.